Do we ever lose the ability or will to continue doing something we’ve enjoyed for a long time? Has this happened to you? Over the past few months, I’ve completely lost interest in writing, a passion that has been my solace since childhood. It’s bewildering how swiftly one can lose a skill. Perhaps it was the night I decided to burn all my journals—those companions of over 12 years—erasing every memory of a past that felt like a draining leech.
Sometimes, despite believing I’ve matured and grown wiser—though I still feel so young, haha—life unexpectedly thrusts something so profoundly altering upon us that all our prior lessons seem futile. The deep anguish and weight of such an event can pierce the soul, leaving you feeling as though the world is collapsing around you, suffocating every moment, yearning to escape the unbearable ache in your chest, praying for the peace of eternal sleep.
Have you ever endured something similar?
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